I have never been to the south west of the US. Maybe one day. But I like to think that when the great rapper Chuck D first said the words "By The Time I Get To Arizona" he had no idea places like this existed. If only he'd known we may have been robbed of one of the greatest songs of all time. By the time I get to Florida just doesn't have the same ring to it.
Sol is beautiful inside and out. Whoever decorated this joint did the damned thang. The food was all intriguing combinations that made me want to return and try them again and again. The food feels fancy but the atmosphere didn't make me feel under dressed in my t-shirt and jogging pants.
This place hasn't been open long and I think we got a waiter who was new. He seemed a little unsure of himself but he did just fine in the end. It is a little expensive if you're just expecting Mexican food. It's not. It's got that South West plane ticket on it so come prepared to spend a little dough.
Sol is a great get away spot for Americans to remember what brings us together in these troubled times. We may not agree on which lives matter, if men are trash, who can marry who or who the president of the United States should be... but we can all agree that transfats are delicious.
And isn't that what it's really about? All of us distracting ourselves with delicious treats as we pray Kim Jong doesn't nuke us into oblivion before Black Panther comes out on February 18th 2018?